The waters off Grand Mais Island...

The Galen-type destroyer flying the Spanish flag fled eastward with billowing smoke and sails, like a sturdy old woman staggering, but running fast.

Lorraine looked at her gloomily, and even more gloomily at the messy cables swaying in the wind like dead snakes on his blood-stabbed deck and sails, couldn't help taking a mouthful.

Blindly taking risks will lead to retribution, he now deeply feels the philosophical reason of this sentence.

The straight approach went smoothly, and the two newly installed 32-pound mortars made a good start.

The left bow gun controlled by Yacharin fired three times in seven minutes, from the 90-degree forward direction to the side 180 degrees, three rounds and two hits, and each hit opened a big hole on the opposite destroyer.

However, the two heavy losses neither jeopardized the waterline nor caused a martyrdom. The limited fire was controlled within a small area by the skilled Spanish sailors, and the loose sails were quickly re-reinforced, almost without affecting the terrible speed. .

On the contrary, the Spaniard's counterattack was outstanding.

Shooting in the same direction at about 100 meters, the Spaniards hit the Golden Deer four times with three rounds of chaotic and orderly full artillery. The mainsail and the entire stern paralyzed, making Lorraine completely lost the possibility of chasing.

One hour……

Lorraine angrily retracted the knife back and asked Noya: "How long has it been since the war?"

"49 minutes and 16 seconds." Noah was as precise as ever.

"Hey! Boring."

With the sailor's signal, Hinchinbrook leaned on the side from seven o'clock. Nelson and Spencer jumped over through the board, passed the busy sailors all the way, and walked to Lorraine together.

"Is it a big loss?" Nelson asked.

"I suffered a high shot, three dead, seven wounded, and three seriously injured. The ship was hit by three rounds, but there was no direct hit. The messy cable took about 20 minutes to sort out."

Spencer sighed respectfully: "Although I don't understand naval warfare, President Drake was able to capture and wound one in a short time with one enemy and three. Colonel Nelson said that your combat effectiveness is worth looking forward to. Sincerely."

Lorraine responded with spirit: "It's just a matter of the battlefield situation. The Spaniards have made a serious misjudgment, and the results are sent by them. I just received the results while completing the task of luring the enemy. This is not a manifestation of the strength of both sides. "

Nelson smiled and nodded: "In the case of the fifth-class ship suffered a surprise attack and broke, it did not make any mistakes. The Spanish Navy is an adversary worthy of our respect. On the ocean, only they and France can oppose us."

Lorraine glanced at him angrily: "You know? Give me half an hour. My Caribbean branch is likely to have an additional Tier 5 ship."

"But your sail was dropped."

"That's because you only gave me time to take risks."

"This is prejudice." Nelson said, "If God wants you to be the owner of that ship, even if you only hit it once, you will become her owner."

"That's why I have never liked that God."

The fierce and short encounter quickly entered the final stage, and no one took it to heart.

The Mais Islands are located in the disputed waters of the British West Control Zone, and both sides have fixed fleet cruises.

Small-scale conflicts like this happen every month? It's just that there are very few winners and losers like today.

The British won the victory? The Spaniard's two-ship break and the flagship small break were exchanged for the two-ship small break.

The Black Goat and the Cyclops worked together to control the broken Brig. The soldiers on the ship did not make any extra resistance? They simply chose to drop the flag and surrender.

Their disposal right is in Kingston? Not in Port Royal.

Although he was a captive of a naval battle, the conflicts related to the Mosquito Coast? All negotiations and decisions are the power of the Governor of Jamaica, that is, Major General John Darling.

Considering the cost of feeding a healthy ship of officer captives? Lorraine believes that this matter will soon come to a conclusion that satisfies all parties.

The harvest of the Drake Chamber of Commerce is naturally that Brig? Named North San Juan, her name comes from the mouth of the San Juan River, which sounds like a particularly festive sign.

The British also like mouth paint, so the Nelson chartered fleet stayed for two hours in the warring seas? Emergency treatment of ship damage? Sailors were also arranged to send them back to Port Royal for repairs in the most formal way.

During these two hours, the other ships in the fleet cannot be idle. Everyone needs to take back the most important assault boats at the moment.

It is precisely because every boat is very important for navigating the sea, the launching point of the Golden Deer is different from the battle line? Lorraine can only act alone, commanding the Golden Deer? Follow the current and go all the way. Go to the side of Little Corn Island.

Has a small boat been found? Another...

"Report! The assault boat was found in the direction of two o'clock, 2.2 kilometers away, deep into the reef belt."

"It's really troublesome..."

Lorraine scratched his hair irritably and ordered the Golden Deer to anchor. A group of sailors drove the small boat that had just been hoisted into the reef and dragged another boat out from the depths of the reef beach.

But who knows, there are more troublesome things.

The boat hit the rocks...

Such floating flat-bottomed boats rarely hit the rocks, and even if they hit the rocks, the consequences are completely different from those of a big boat.

Her condition is more like being lifted up by the waves and then on a reef below the sea level, the situation is more similar to stranding.

Stranding is not running aground, and hitting a rock is not hitting a rock.

The sailors boarded the small boat and checked it and determined that the bottom of the boat was poked by a sharp reef. Although it was not a major problem for the time being, if it was towed away forcibly, the wound might be enlarged and the entire boat would be completely scrapped.

There is only one way at the moment, dive, and use manpower to lift the boat off the reef.

The sailors immediately launched into the water, snorkeling scattered around the boat to support the hull, and all their efforts.

The assault boat enjoying the treatment of candied haws creaked dissatisfiedly, shook, and quickly fell silent.

Under-represented...

Lorraine sighed helplessly, put down the sight glass, like a vigorous dolphin, jumping from the freeboard into the sea.

Puff!

The Caribbean waters in March were clear and warm. Lorraine opened his eyes under the water, and the transparent double eyelid blocked the salty color, showing the colorful underwater world before him.

It's actually quite deep here. The deepest part of the undulating seabed is forty to fifty meters, and the misty light smudges on the colorful coral reefs, paving the way for a dreamland that is impossible to exist on land.

Here is the chaotic coral grove formed by the small coral trees, the branches are covered with white shining star-shaped flowers, just the opposite of the plants on the land, the branches of the coral trees fixed on the rocks on the seabed are all right. It develops from top to bottom.

Lorraine seemed to see a thin tube like a cylinder trembling under the sea waves.

Their fresh petals with fibrous tentacles drift with the sea waves, and from time to time, fish with brisk bodies and swift fins come by, flying over the canopy of trees like birds.

It was a living flower, a mimosa with life. Lorraine wanted to reach out and pick it, and the alarm immediately sounded in the flowers.

The snow-white petals shrank into their vermilion box, the flowers disappeared in front of Lorraine's eyes, and the coral bushes immediately transformed into a large mass of plain stone domes.

Lorraine was amused by this spiritually awakened forest, suddenly became playful, floating on the surface of the sea and shouted loudly.

"Acharin, let the boat come back and take another twenty people to carry the boat!"

Acharin poked his head from the side: "Captain, how about you?"

"I found Neptune's beautiful garden, taking advantage of my free time, I plan to swim on the bottom of the sea for a while."

"what?"

Lorraine dived again and swam forward along the path where the flowers and trees were closed.

Coral bushes climbed closely in front of his eyes, and the branches became more and more separated, just like the remains of a civilization made up of oddly short buildings in a stony jungle.

He swam through a dark corridor like a long corridor, from this sloping, long corridor, to a depth of more than fifty meters to the bottom of the sea.

The sunlight has become faint here, shining on the natural uneven arched building, shining on the sagging ceiling arranged like crystal candlesticks and dotted with sparks, and magical power is always generated.

Among the coral bushes, Lorraine saw countless strange coral trees, sea louse-shaped corals, arthropod butterfly-shaped corals, and some clustered corals, some blue, some red, as if they were laid on lime ground. Seaweed.

Lorraine couldn't help but remember what Verne said to them: [These coral piles, they or life have just struggled from an unconscious sleep, and have not completely separated from the physical properties of minerals].

Lorraine continued to travel.

After changing his breath twice, he has penetrated deep into the reef zone and is in a vast forest.

The huge mineral vegetation and the thick stone trees, combined by those pueraria lobata vines and beautiful feather grass wreaths, are embellished by various colors and reflections.

Their tall branches went deep into the gloom of the sea, and Lorraine swam freely beneath the branches.

Under his feet are tubular corals, brain-shaped shells, star-shaped shells, fungus-shaped shells, and dianthus-shaped corals, forming a carpet of flowers woven, showing brilliant colors.

There is a palm-sized star-shaped shell that looks particularly eye-catching. Its beauty is different from that of the same kind. It seems to have gathered all the distinguishable colors in the world, forming a gradual and distinct vortex, supporting and guarding the dark red in the middle. The main pattern near the ink.

Like a sword, like a mountain, and like the capital [Λ] in the Greek alphabet.

Lorraine's face couldn't help but became weird, and he wondered, could it be that the Poseidon here also likes an Assassin woman who has a bad temper and likes to talk to herself?

He stretched out his hand to pick the star-shaped shell from the quartz sand and put it in his arms. This rude behavior alarmed the residents under the shell.

A red and white clownfish sprang up in a panic, slammed into Lorraine's fingertips awkwardly ~lightnovelpub.net~ poofed and swam away quickly.

Lorraine followed the direction it walked to see, see, see...

Gululululululululu!

Dense, pale white bubbles ejected from Lorraine's mouth, connected in a line, and gathered into smoke, scrambling to float on the surface of the sea.

A strong sense of suffocation attacked him, and Lorraine kicked on the bottom of the sea violently, appearing on the surface of the sea with a clatter.

"Here...here..."

He used the fastest speed to identify the position and distance, found at least three markers deeply imprinted into his brain, and then swam quickly in the direction of the Golden Deer.

"Acharin! Let the lazy guys speed up and carry the boat out!" He panted, trying to make himself calm, "Also! Except for the most basic remaining crew members, all the sailors assemble into the sea!"

"Niold is on board, I seem to have found the sunken treasure ship!"

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